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Young Nudy – Nun To Do Lyrics

We outer space with itI’m spaced the fuck out (spaced the fuck out)Yah mean? Ea Monster (pour me up one man, pour me up, yeah)(Krazy, boy) Word, nigga

Geek up and roll up and pop me a pill (yeah)Pour me up a cup, I poured out the seal (pour me up)In your trap, nigga tryna make some deals (deals)Everybody know I’m tryna make some mil’s (tryna make some mil’s)Record label had to meet me in the ‘partmentYeah, I’m at the top of the hill (top of the hill)Showin’ ’em dead, this shit is for real (for real)I’m gangster, my nigga, that’s just how I live (that’s how I live)I do not listen what a nigga sayI do what I wanna do that’s end of the day (that’s end of the day)It’s too late for me to go sell my soulMy soul in the street, really shot niggas in the face (yeah)I done been questioned ’bout some murder casesI done been questioned ’bout some situationsMade it out the most craziest places, never snitched in that situation (never)

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All these niggas fakin’, they so fugazi (huh)Nigga actin’ like they so up, they made it (damn)Nigga ain’t even made a hundred thousand (what?)You actin’ like you runnin’ shit, is you crazy?Got my first hundred, I thought that I made itI found out that shit was nothin’, streets had played meMake this shit back-to-back, it’s on the dailyLoaded bank account, that bitch goin’ crazyBusiness manager tell me not to go brazyReady to show these motherfuckers I made itGive ’em a reason to hate meNigga talk about me everyday, keep me up, achin’I’m makin’ money these niggas ain’t makin’Thinkin’ ’bout the time when twin had to chase meSteppin’ on the stage, I’m makin’ a bagI’m chasin’ this bag, makin’ money daily

Makin’ ’em stress out, this shit going crazyItching to kill me, they wanna come face meDon’t got the nuts or the guts to come tryI am itching for you niggas to dieAin’t no bitchin’ when them bullets gon’ flyAin’t no missin’ when I’m sendin’ them shots offCallin’ me bitchin’, I’m getting my rocks offShe want the sausage, she don’t want no hotdogShe want some profit, she know that I got it allI’m in a different league, show buddy how to ballI’m the nigga that your bitch wanna callShe know I get money, that give that bitch none at allKnow she gon’ suck me up, baby, I’m big dawgKnow that I’m big slime, know the big ace hoeAnd I got shooters dressed in all black like 8 ballI’m in EA where the shit never safe dawgAnd I keep Drac’ man, I call it DraceshaShe gon’ protect me every time I need herShe gon’ never mind when I gotta squeeze herHate when I switch up them bitches and leave herTalk to the Glock, they say treat us equal30 workin’, bellin’, fuckin’ over people (fuck it, god damn dawg)(God damn)

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Geek up and roll up and pop me a pill (yeah)Pour me up a cup, I poured out the seal (pour me up)In your trap, nigga tryna make some deals (deals)Everybody know I’m tryna make some mil’s (tryna make some mil’s)Record label had to meet me in the ‘partmentYeah, I’m at the top of the hill (top of the hill)Showin’ ’em dead, this shit is for real (for real)I’m gangster, my nigga, that’s just how I live (that’s how I live)I do not listen what a nigga sayI do what I wanna do that’s end of the day (that’s end of the day)It’s too late for me to go sell my soulMy soul in the street, really shot niggas in the face (yeah)I done been questioned ’bout some murder casesI done been questioned ’bout some situationsMade it out the most craziest places, never snitched in that situation (never)

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